Angel's Curse

Prologue

The demon sits quietly on the side of the bed, staring at the window while the moon shines upon him. Darkness seems to be fading from him for the past few weeks and he hopes that light has finally taken a chance on him. He looks at the moon and whispered a word.

He'd never hope before. He accepted the fact that this is his life and there's no way out.

Until an angel came down to hell.

She seemed lost and confused. How foolish that angel can be, mistaking hell for heaven, the demon thought to himself. Nevertheless, anyone who comes down to hell is considered his, no matter who she is or what she is.

He was about to devour her with his darkness, take her life like he always do when the angel suddenly opened her wings, and looked at him.

He was stunned, not just by her incredibly magical appearance but by the way she looks at him. She looked at him without fear, disgust, or anger. She looked at him as if he is not a demon. She looked at him as if she sees right through him.

The demon turned his head from the window onto the bed. The moonlight struck her face. Her eyes fully closed and lips slightly parted. He closed his eyes and drowned at the sound of her breathing, inhaling sharply to remember her scent for eternity.

As he open his eyes, he whispered the same word again. "Please."

He does not know if he will be heard or if there is someone out there who can hear him, but he wanted to try.

He stood up and went to kiss her forehead but as he leans down, his shadow overpowered the moonlight, bringing total darkness to her face.

He stopped.

And realized that loving an angel does not make him any less of a demon and no matter how hard he tries, his darkness consumes even the brightest light.